Richard's Pov
The car made a siren-like sound when I pushed the button, a clear indication that all doors were locked. This was done for security reasons.
I started for the front doors which stood open a few meters away. The surroundings were lit eminently by the standing poles of fluorescent light. A few hung from tree branches, swaying freely in the breeze.
They made my shadow darker than usual, only doing well to remind me how late it was.
There was an eerie feeling of emptiness as I walked into the house, only going on to emphasize the frown I already had.
"Where's everyone?" I asked Linda, the family cook who was striding across the living room with a pan of baked...whatever that was. Sometimes I wondered why we had cooks when most of the things they made ended up in the was
